A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

was born at

picked the name for his

building with windows that had a Light green

snowy, so anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm house

a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it

by the window, looking outside. His thin stature made the

almost

lived

a glass of

for you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded

seemed like he had

murmured, “Today is the New Year’s

when he

immediately broke into a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would

her favorite food,” Mark

this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about

heard this, he began to fumble in his pocket for

then, he stopped and shook his

calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if

better not call her,” he

give Cecilia

he stepped

“Please take your medicine.

you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when

from him and swallowed them without

on the bed, and a nurse came in to help put on the

she was done, Mark looked sideways at

his grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until

fall asleep nowadays. This time, he

the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still

had almost given

Mark was still alive. He had lived two months longer

standing behind him with a glass of water

medicine,” Peter reminded him in a

he had

stood there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s

nose twitched when he heard

a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook your

favorite food,” Mark

a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call

began to fumble in his pocket for

stopped and

never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew she hated

not call her,” he said to

to give Cecilia

sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped

“Please take your medicine.

pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you wake

the medicines from him and swallowed them without

a nurse came in to

she was done, Mark looked

his grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until he finally fell

This time, he had a dream and it was

birth to Alexis. He dreamed that

behavior was much like

would look at him secretly for a while and call him “Uncle Mark”

Cecilia in his

and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark,

this point, Mark woke

the hospital room were white, just

gently closed his eyes

felt he needed to have more

over his body. He felt

probably gone to buy the pumpkin

plump foreign nurse was

return home. He

the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on

he couldn’t change anything for

would never give up as long as he was

continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have her back… He

to stay

now, he was finding it difficult to go back to

bed and started to make paper planes. He knew how

plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it

he wanted to go

silly boy. Mark’s pale fingers trembled

Peter came back to the hospital

had run into a snowstorm on his way, so he

are still warm,” he said to his boss with

paper planes Mark had been making and he pursed his

paper planes and smiled at

some of your pumpkin

only actually took a Little

not more than

mouth, he put down the spoon because he felt

eyes

back home and

Angela’s Library

you will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could see

he could ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was a call from

was around 4 a.m. in

caller ID.

Edwin misses you,” Peter urged in a low

into a

silly boy,”

phone. It was an international call, so the

voice sounded

birth to a girl. Her name is Olivia.

a girl that

hand in which Mark held the phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say

a brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark,

Mark closed his eyes.

to come see you next

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no matter

knew that except for the emotional entanglement with

in the first half of his life. He didn’t deserve

sniffed and put

the call, he never even dared to ask to speak

was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one

“What happened?” he asked.

up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a baby girl. She’s

this and he did a fist pump in

great,” he said with

the first day of the new year. And Olivia is a very

stroke one

home

Angela’s Library

glance

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